Quotes About Love

For this reason shall a woman leave her father's house, and cleave unto her husband, and the two shall be one flesh.

Then kiss me, Claire he whispered. And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret. I couldn't answer, but kissed him, first his hand, it's crooked fingers, warm and firm, and the brawny wrist of a sword-wielder, and then his mouth, heaven and promise and anguish all mingled, and the salt of tears in the taste of him.

It doesn't matter what happens; no matter where a child goes—how far or how long. Even if it's forever. You never lose them.

To see the years touch ye gives me joy, he whispered, for it means that ye live.

The point is one that speaks to us all: The moment we human beings grasp God with jealousy and possessiveness, we lose hold of God. One might add that the religious point here is quite the opposite of God's jealousy, of which we hear so much in the Old Testament; it is God's infinite capacity to love and the problem of human jealousy.

I want a son with you," he said huskily. "I want a houseful of children." Her eyes sketched his face. "Dark-haired little boys with green eyes…." He crushed her mouth under his, roughly, hungrily, possessively. "Don't tempt me," he said tightly. "I want you like hell." "I wouldn't stop you," she said softly. "Anything you want, Garet. Anything.

What a curse, to want only one person." He drew her into his arms and kissed her again, hungrily. "What a glorious blessing, to want only one person and be wanted back, even after thirty-six long years," he whispered.

I'm not leaving you alone, even with a good shadow," he said firmly. "So either you move in with me, or I sleep on the couch here. Your choice." "Where will Audrey sleep?" she asked coldly.

More often than not, a woman marries for money and a man marries for sex. What difference does a sheet of paper with signatures make? If you have to ask, you wouldn't understand the answer, she said simply.

It seemed such a short time ago that Erin had come running toward him, laughing, her black hair like silk around an elfin face. And he'd melted inside just at the sight of her, gone breathless like a boy with his first real date. It still felt like that, despite her scars, her limp. In his heart, he carried a portrait of her that would withstand all the long, aging years, that would leave her young and unscarred for as long as he lived.

Tate was probably on his way back to the nation's capitol right now, she thought miserably. He would have protected her, and her child, but she'd sent him off in a fury. Great going, Cecily, she told herself. What a headline they'll have now! Former Teenage Love Slave Killed By Vengeful Gambling Syndicate. That would give people something to read with their morning coffee!

Well so am I." She stared at the coverlet. "What I said…earlier," she faltered, glancing at him and then away. "I was overwrought and tired, and I guess I kind of got carried away." "You mistook a chill for true love?

He groaned her name as he bent, his mouth so tender, so exquisitely gentle with hers that tears ran hotly down her cheeks. He was the world, and everything in it. She loved him so.

Love, for some people is undying, even if one lost the partner.

There is a song, Noreen, he said tenderly. It was nominated for an Academy Award. I can't sing, enamorada, but the words say that when a man loves a woman, really loves her, he can see his unborn children in her eyes. - To my shame, I saw my sons in your eyes the day I found you in the kitchen at your aunt's house, he whispered, watching her face color. And I was married. What a living hell it was, to know such a sin and be unable to repent it. (Diana Palmer)

I will never leave you I will love you until I die There's nothing, nothing you could tell me that would ever change that -Sara Patterson-

The roads to true love is rocky But worth the climb -The Coltrains-

I've loved you, as long as I've know you. Wanted you. Needed you. But I hit rock bottom when I had to let you go. I thought I lost you, life had no meaning for me -Wolf Patterson-

He needs shaking up, I tell you, he's going to die an old maid. He gets all funny and red when unmarried ladies talk to him at church, and just look at how grumpy he's been since you've been around. We've got to save him, Amanda, he said solemnly.

Her green eyes went up to the sky. Well, it wasn't such a very bad place to die, she mused as drowsiness swept over her. She was near Winthrop, even though he didn't care anymore. Maybe he'd bury her here, and she'd be near him forever…

Diana Palmer

Loving isn't loving unless you have the strength to let go when you have to.

In Bed with the Wrangler

He cuddled her back into his arms and sighed, closing his eyes as the flames in the gas logs danced like sugar-plums. Gracie watched them across his broad chest, feeling the happiness like a flame inside her heart. Somewhere she heard Christmas carols being sung and a dog barking in the distance. Closer, she heard the strong, regular beat of Jason's heart under her ear. Christmas wasn't only in her heart. It was in her arms.